The valley green was so serene In middle ran a stream so blue A fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him She would say \"Promise me , when see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will be your ghost of a rose\"
Her eyes believed in mysteries She would lay amongst leaves of amber Her spirit wild, heart a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her When would say \"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you so let go I will be your ghost of a rose\"
When all was done, she turned to run Dancing to the setting sun as he watched And ever more he thought he saw A glimpse of her upon the moors forever hear her say \"Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you so Never let go I will your ghost of a rose\"